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I just returned from Washington, DC, where the cherry blossoms were in bloom.

I have to say the cherry blossoms were not in bloom as much as the nation was.

There were kids everywhere. They were on the mall. They completely overran the Natural History Museum. There was a line of kids around the block going in to the National Archives well past the sign that said it would take a long time to get in. The most exciting thing you could see there were documents, albeit founding documents.

Forget the Air and Space Museum. Lines out front.

There were lines of kids stretching from the Washington Monument to the Lincoln Memorial. That is a long way.

There was a line of kids around the block to go into the Spy Museum.

I have no idea what this does for kids. I never got to go to Washington to see the museums when I was a kid. I never saw the Washington Monument or the Lincoln memorial or the Supreme Court building or the White House as a kid.

I never went to the Arlington National Cemetery as a kid.

I’ve done all that as a man.

What struck me as a man was a painting in the National Portrait Gallery that I saw this week. It was of Abraham Lincoln as President in 1861.

He looked young.


Written by Charles Keefer

April 9, 2010 at 10:16 pm

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  1. I spent a month in Cape updating my hometown pix. I connected with folks in ways that never happens in S. FL.

    It was a time of amazing coincidences.


    April 9, 2010 at 10:28 pm

  2. Our family toured D.C. and nearby Williamsburg and Gettysburg when I was about 10 years old. But I’ve still never made it inside the White House, the lines are always too long.

    Sounds like you ran into Spring Break kids. The zoo was packed with the little screamers the past two weeks.

    I try to plan trips for when kids are in school, but failed miserably on a trip to Yosemite and Big Sur. Never could find a way to avoid busloads of noise-carriers.

    George P.

    April 10, 2010 at 9:20 am

  3. You probably went to Ft. Sumter as a school kid. My classmates tell me I did – but I don’t really remember it. (I do remember a boat trip to Ft Sumter but not whether it was a family or school trip).

    Carol Keefer

    April 10, 2010 at 10:32 am

  4. It’s funny because living in South Florida, I was used to living in a place that drew lots of tourists. But they didn’t actually come to where I worked — the PB Post. Now the tourists/protesters actually come to my job site — the Senate — and want to chat . . . or yell. I was outside with a fellow smoker from Lisa Murkowski’s office (R-Alaska and very conservative). And tea baggers were screaming at us. My favorite was a peace activist woman who was staring into Sen. Frank Lautenberg’s office – a liberal New Jersey Democrat I used to work for). And Lautenberg was actually visible through the window, but had his back turned. I was passing by and she said: “He won’t even look at me, that Joe Lieberman.” (That’s who I work for now, by the way). So I said: “Maam, that’s not Joe Lieberman, it’s Frank Lautenberg. I think he’s on your side.” And she said: “That’s who I meant. That Frank Lautenberg!”

    I guess one white-haired Jewish Senator is pretty much the same as the next to these folks. I meant to send her on to Sen. Bernie Sanders’ office, another white-haired Jew who is a Socialist just so she could complete the circuit.

    The adults tend to be idiots. But I love it when student groups come through. Still, one time I was riding up the elevator with high school kids who were squealing about having met then Sen. Obama. They asked me who I worked for and I said “Lieberman” The girl gushed, you work for JOHN Lieberman.” I said, no, I work for JOE Lieberman.” And they all looked disappointed. I’m still trying to figure out who John Lieberman is so I can catch on with his groupies.

    DC is never boring! Someday I’ll tell you all my Sen. John Glenn stories.

    Scott Campbell

    April 10, 2010 at 4:13 pm

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